Hair

My hair is about as long as it's been in several years.

So, naturally, I'm this close to getting it chopped. Summer is an interesting time of year for a lot of reasons, but cosmetically, it's downright humorous. Everything is too hot and close and intrusive. For example, my hair. I wake up in the middle of the night trying to free my ears from its tenuous tendrils, and it just doesn't go anywhere else, except glued to my cheeks and neck and everywhere else. My skin goes back to high school for three months as I break out in hives, pimples and general discoloring of my natural opaque coloring (aka: freckles. lots and lots of freckles) til I look like I'm a natural canister for all things greasy.

I am having fun tying it back though. Since I have, overall, been keeping my hair shorter, I am no longer in possession of a basic set of hair accessories (like rubberbands or hair brush, for instance), so I'm having fun working it out with clips, rubberbands from the daily newspaper, headbands and my boys' comb.

And the salon lady thought I was joking when I asked her if conditioner was really one of those necessary things.

'Just like putting lotion on your skin!'
'That's what that's for?'

Yeah, I was hilarious. Okay, half of that was a joke. I do know what lotion is for, but I tend to view beauty products (with the exception of toothpaste and deordorant.... and shampoo and soap) as mere... suggestions. Something fun to try if you happen to be really bored one day. I don't know that I've tried mascara since early college years, when I was attempting to care what I looked like to others.

All it did was make my eyes water, and subsequently turn red.

Anyway......
The summer continues on its' course here. The boys have settled into their routine of sleeping, eating, playing, etc. I've taken advantage of having a second parent around and have been up to my eyeballs with my apraxia literature.

I believe that I'm in the 'anger' phase of dealing right now. It's so frustrating to hear Ben 'speak' to me and not really know what he's even hinting at. I'm hungry for more than just a sign for 'all done' or 'more'. Body language is gonna get him what he needs with me, but how the heck it gets him through preschool or with other adults is beyond me.

I am aching for him every time I find myself thinking about it. Which is a lot.

And with Adam, my sweet boy, and his behavior stuff... I'm more at an acceptance with. That he has some challenges to work through, but that he'll ultimately be okay, because we have the support and follow through with people who have been down this road before and have worked successfully with kids like Adam before. I feel pretty blind with Ben. And I'm getting so much conflicting information. The books and websites will tell me one thing, but then the speech pathologist gives me another answer, and I just need to know I'm covering what I need to for him. Cause Lord knows, I do not know what I'm doing.

Which is why I'm gonna start supplementing with omega fatty acids. Can't hurt 'em, and it might just help.

More updates to follow, as always.